Somehow, in the most bizarre way, the lightning reminds me of the love we once had. Bright, dazzling, quick and beautiful. Oh how beautiful it was. But like the lightning, it lasted for just a short while.

«The thing is that love gives us a ringside seat on somebody else's flaws, so of course you're gonna spot some things that kinda need to be mentioned. But often the romantic view is to say, 'If you loved me, you wouldn't criticise me.' Actually, true love is often about trying to teach someone how to be the best version of themselves.»

BEAUTIFUL CAN'T BEGIN TO DESCRIBE YOU OR WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME. COME A LITTLE CLOSER TO ME LET ME SEE YOU SPIN. WANT TO GET INSIDE OF YOUR MIND I'LL MAKE YOU LET ME IN. OPEN UP YOUR EYES TO THE POSSIBILITIES. TAKE IT THERE LOVE THE FEAR YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO JUST LET GO... AND BREATHE

BEAUTIFUL CAN'T BEGIN TO DESCRIBE YOU OR WHAT YOU MEAN TO ME. COME A LITTLE CLOSER TO ME LET ME SEE YOU SPIN. WANT TO GET INSIDE OF YOUR MIND I'LL MAKE YOU LET ME IN. OPEN UP YOUR EYES TO THE POSSIBILITIES. TAKE IT THERE LOVE THE FEAR YOU'D BE SURPRISED HOW GOOD IT FEELS TO JUST LET GO... AND BREATHE